Raiding for rainbows (Group Walk Two: Watchet)
Raiding for rainbows (or 10 poets of Samhain eve) - Walk 2, a sequel poem to Six Poets of the Equinox (Walk 1) I took it upon myself to follow a rainbow today, O'er the Quantock Hills From Bridgwater to Watchet, A Viking-raided port in West Somerset. Unlike those marauders, I did not come here for the Saxon-minted Silver pennies though, Moreover, on this day, I came to raid it's culture; To find true poetry in the veins of it's people, It's landscape, it's place. Sure enough as we came together - Ten poets 'neath a shelter on the Esplanade (by the Ancient Mariner himself no less!), The dark clouds that had gathered o'er the sea relieved themselves of their heavy, burdensome rain, And another rainbow did appear. And so it came to pass that a museum of boats, of heritage, wrapped itself around us, And we, united in elemental distrust - in circular form, Sought to find meaning in each other - Through words spoken, divulged and heartfelt. The